The Aftermath
Lost hope,
Fading cries of grief echo across this field.
There is no one left here,
But the dead,
And the grieving.
All other life has fled,
This blood soaked plains.
People and animals left for better places.
Plants burned or torn and trampled into the mud.
But I will remain here
To cry for the dead,
And watch the life slowly return to my home.
Beginning with a single flower,
Rising out of the dust
And the cry of a hawk circling in the sky.